Two flowers grew
in my blue heart;
a pink one
that carried
the art of showing weakness,
the love for children,
the deep care that lies within
well-thought actions,
delicacy
and
complexity
and a blue one
that carried
the impulse to protect others
at any cost,
companionship,
simplicity,
fidelity,
and strength.

They tried
to cage,
rip apart,
chop off,
uproot
and
burn
the pink flower.

To destroy it
until it bled
and they could drain
all the warmth
from my
sea-colored
heart.

But we were never made for
lonely colors,
and in every blue
there is a shade of purple
and pink.

So with the strength of a god
and the resilience of a saint,
the pink flower
loomed
and raised until it touched the sky
stronger than ever,
in my heart
made of blue-toned gold.